“The Vizcaya I Met” by Rachel Young

The Vizcaya I met es distinto al Vizcaya que conoció mi mamá the first time she went back in the 90s
I met Vizcaya in mid-February un viernes con unos gran amigos and one of the most influential professors I’ve had
I met Vizcaya with some expectations and was left speechless when I turned the corner and saw the Bay
I consider Vizcaya a friend porque sentí como si fuera parte de la familia Deering as I walked through the courtyards and gardens
Not only did I feel like a friend of Deering, but I also felt like a friend of el Cubano who was responsible for bringing in the palm trees that corral the gardens
A friend of all those who followed orders and garden plans
A friend of all those who contributed to the creation of this historical relic
A friend of all those who suffered
A friend of all those who sacrificed
The Vizcaya I met is frequented by Tias y Tios que están visitando los sobrinos
It’s frequented by hopeful quinceañeras
I know the Vizcaya I met that Friday in mid-February
But what about the Vizcaya que conoció mi mamá?
What about the Vizcaya que conoció el Cubano with the palm trees?